| Out on the road we roll
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| Spending dough
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| Looking fresh from head to toe
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| Now word on street
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| Niggas heard
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| On the beat things is sweet
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| And I’m making dough
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| And they will run up in your grill
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| Put the gun up in your lip
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| Waste the ronie from the video…
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| So don’t hate the player, hate the game
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| Hate the money, hate the fame
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| I ain’t change… don’t hate on me
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| Sleep tight
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| Bed bugs bite
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| Sleep tight
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| Bed bugs bite
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| Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite
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| You’ll be alright
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| While I’m tryna catch z’s at night
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| You think that it’s an easy life?
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| Fuck that I’m sleeping with my heat tonight
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| Yo, my sleep’s like Nightmare On Elm Street
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| Beef with the ghetto Freddy
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| Tryna wake up, but it won’t let me
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| Silent no music or telly
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| It’s no longer Home Sweet Home
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| Stressed and brain’s on overload
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| Even sofa dreams at home
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| I’m getting robbed by the robbers from Home Alone
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| I sleep with a heat at night
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| Close enough for me to reach if I
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| Hear something weird going on outside
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| Can’t sleep with that shit on my mind
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| That’s why I’m on my grind
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| Live everyday like it’s almost time
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| I get the hood news, all those crimes
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| Gotta be the victim one day right?
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| Ask B I saw it happen
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| I saw the death before it happened
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| And even described the scene
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| And so similar it seems
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| So now everytime I dream
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| I take it ever so seriously
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| And that’s why I’m prepared
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| See it’s time for beef when it’s time for bed
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| It’s like my… worst nightmare
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| Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite
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| You’ll be alright
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| Sleep tight
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| Close your eyes and pray to God that you’re still alive
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| Sleep tight
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| Shhhh
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| Sleep tight
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| Close your eyes and pray to God that you’re still alive
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| Sleep tight
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| Don’t let the bed bugs bite
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| Bed bugs bite
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| Sleep tight
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| Shhhh
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| They say it’s the cousin of the death
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| So I keep a knife right under the bed
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| Still watch my back when I’m in the ends
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| Til my time in the limelight’s come to an end
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| It looks sweet when I’m the Benz
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| Back seat, just done with the press
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| Head back East
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| They see you, get mad about it
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| Fuck it, I might aswell brag about it
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| I know I’m such a humble kid
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| Music just having fun with it
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| I do this so I can better me
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| Not to make friends turn enemies
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| It must have been the deep end where they chuck you in
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| With no choice but to swim
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| Cause there ain’t no one to tuck you in and say
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| Sleep tight
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| You’ll be alright
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| Sleep tight |